“ Well of course. I only have the best for my guests.” He said, sipping his tea quietly.
What were the two even supposed to talk about? On his normal appointments he’d sit and tell the woman how beautiful she was. Was he supposed to do it with Hakuba-san as well?
He cleared his throat before opening his mouth to speak again.
“ So- tell me about your work. Being a detective and all. Seems exciting.”
“Ah, it has its moments, yes. I get to meet a lot of interesting people and help them with difficult cases, bringing resolution…” Hakuba said, shrugging his shoulders passively before taking another sip of tea. He looked back at Tamaki, gaze examining his features for a moment, contemplating.
“But it’s ghastly work sometimes, as well. At best, it’s paperwork and court hearings. At worst it’s atrocious scenes and deplorable people.” Hakuba set his cup down, using one finger to pad the action, making it silent as it settled into the saucer.
“Are you familiar with the work of Sir Conan Doyle?”